Johnny

Johnny

-by Bullet Train

 Johnny was a man who served his country well

 Married at 16, loved his wife and son

 The hometown hero, went marching with a gun

 When he got back from the war his life came undone

 When herode, on his hands

 Yes he rolled, on his hands

 All he brought home was his dime and lead

 His wife and son were gone, left him in the red

 Now only half a man, living in hell

 Watching his world slide down an empty well!

 When herode, when he rode, on his hand

 Yes he rolled on and on, in Gods hands

 Solo

 Johnny died on a dark, empty street

 Cold and lonely, no shoes on his feet

 All of his good deeds never took him anywhere!

 Nobody cried, cause nobody cared!

 When herode on his hands

 Yes he rolled in Gods hands

 Yes he rolled